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Peter Fallon
AN OUTLOOK
AN OUTLOOK
AN OUTLOOK
They have ruffledthe embers of evening
and flap from its flames.
They come like clockwork,
minutes later every eventide,
a loud returning that proclaims
the row of lines in which
they pause, en route to roosting
in the rookery, a place of rest.
They sketch black scripture
in the sky. They watch
from trees where they don’t nest –
these pairs and threes, tens
and dozens making thousands –
while I, intent on praise
and mesmerized, wonder what,
as they fly by, they might be
and realize: they are the days.
© 2014, Peter Fallon
From: Strong, My Love
Publisher: Gallery Press, Oldcastle
From: Strong, My Love
Publisher: Gallery Press, Oldcastle
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AN OUTLOOK
They have ruffledthe embers of evening
and flap from its flames.
They come like clockwork,
minutes later every eventide,
a loud returning that proclaims
the row of lines in which
they pause, en route to roosting
in the rookery, a place of rest.
They sketch black scripture
in the sky. They watch
from trees where they don’t nest –
these pairs and threes, tens
and dozens making thousands –
while I, intent on praise
and mesmerized, wonder what,
as they fly by, they might be
and realize: they are the days.
From: Strong, My Love
AN OUTLOOK
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